Reluctant (Heroes of the Highlands) (The MacKays #3) (10 page)
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Authors: Kerrigan Byrne
“Didna our wedding vows have something to say about honoring and obeying yer Laird and husband?” Connor grumbled, grasping her shoulder and pulling her out of the middle of the courtyard.
“I do honor you, my love.” She cupped his cheek and wriggled out of his grip. “But we both know I lied about the second part.” Turning back to Soren she said, “I believe Finn brought up an excellent question. Why would this powerful, mated Berserker give himself over to you when he’d already cheated death by winning the heart of his Banshee?”
Why, indeed? Kamdyn turned to Soren, who’d remained his usual quiet, unperturbed self. He was looking down at her with the oddest expression, a mix of maybe exasperation and sheer, encompassing devotion.
“She is bound by a contract,” Soren stated simply. “The contract calls for my death and if the terms are not met, she will be severely punished. When my mate could not bring herself to kill me…” he paused and let his shrug explain the rest.
An overwhelming rush of emotion drove Kamdyn’s arms around him, despite their audience. “I realized what you meant this morning. Not because I felt hatred, but because I felt fear. I realized my greatest fear, which was living an eternity without you.” All this was said against his chest, as she couldn’t bring herself to let him go. “I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”
He flexed and broke the chains that held him, not surprising the gathered Berserkers now that they’d learned of his mated status, which came with an exponential growth in strength. His arms gathered Kamdyn impossibly closer.
“You didn’t have to say it, I would have known when I saw you here,” he said against her hair in a husky voice.
“
You
didn’t have to sacrifice yourself for me.” She pulled back and looked up into blue eyes that were more solemn than she’d ever seen them.
“Yes, I did.”
Lindsay’s teary voice permeated the tender moment. “You simply
can’t
kill him now. There
has
to be another way. You’ve all sold your swords for battle, all of you have killed many who would be considered innocent.”
“War is one thing, Lindsay,” Connor said gruffly. “What he’s done… it’s unforgiveable.”
Kamdyn released her mate and turned toward the emotions she could feel the strongest. “Master Finn, I sense a change in you.” She put all her hope into her eyes, and the fair-haired MacLauchlan cast his gaze away from her, studying the stones of the courtyard arch with a clenched jaw.
“What say ye, brother?” Roderick asked from the doorway.
Finn hesitated, then locked eyes with Soren. “It is true that in the north, where we come from, possession and death are regarded much differently than here.” He turned to his brothers. “Life
is
war. Anything you wish to possess, you must take from those who are weaker than you. You must kill to defend it. It is how we were raised.”
Connor squeezed at his temples and heaved a deep breath before looking at Finn. “What is it that ye’re saying, exactly?” he asked wearily.
“I am saying that my mate and the baby I found abandoned in the snow each had to teach me what the word
innocent
meant. I was sent here to assassinate the two of you, my own brothers, and I would have likewise killed any who stood in my way… Man. Woman.” He looked back at the stones. “Or child.”
Kamdyn’s eyes widened as she could feel the shift of emotion occur in each of the darker MacLauchlan brothers. Astonishment. Uncertainty. Perhaps, understanding? She dared not hope.
“I am saying, that perhaps in similar circumstances, I could easily have become the Laird of Shadows.”
Kamdyn gasped. “I don’t understand. It is you who first called upon my queen for the contract. You were the most adamant that Soren should die.”
Her mate growled from behind her and she elbowed him sharply.
Finn’s eyes fixed above her head once again, holding some kind of silent court with his fellow Northman. “Perhaps, I was somehow trying to put that part of
me
to death, as well… because it still haunts me at times,” he admitted.
Kamdyn looked up and noted that the two Norse Berserkers did have something in common besides their immense, rough-hewn bodies and stunning gem-colored eyes. The more inscrutable, expressionless features they adopted, the more intense the emotions they experienced. It was as though they were incapable of emoting complexity or uncertainty, so they simply hid it until it was all sorted out.
Fascinating.
“Is there not room for forgiveness?” Lindsay stroked her husband’s cheek and his eyes gentled when they touched upon her. “It’s obvious they love each other, and his self-sacrifice has to count for something. Say he promises not to pillage and such, could he not be given some sort of atonement rather than death?”
Connor eyed Soren with absolute skepticism. “Let me discuss it with my brothers.”
“Of course,” Lindsay agreed. “Discuss it amongst yourselves and when you’ve all decided that I’m right, we’ll let these lovers have a second chance at life together. Won’t we?”
Kamdyn nudged her mate, hoping he’d say something to buoy their faith.
Soren grunted then took a deep breath. “I—promise not to pillage.”
Kamdyn elbowed him a second time.
“And such,” he amended.
The Laird looked at his wife, then Roderick, and finally Finn, who held his gaze the longest. After a breathless moment, he turned and addressed Kamdyn rather than the other Berkserker.
“He and his men would have to rebuild what they destroyed. Stronger and better than it was before.” He rubbed a hand over his shorn scalp and finally looked up at Soren. “We Berserkers are protectors of the Highlands. I’d like ye to take a pact that would replace the one against yer life, that anytime ye’re called upon to fight for the Highland people, ye’ll answer that call, no matter the circumstances.”
Soren nodded without taking any time to think about it. “I would do this. My mate’s people would become my people and I would lay down my life for them.” He and Finn exchanged meaningful nods.
“You would become a MacKay?” Kamdyn breathed.
Soren tucked a curl behind her ear. “I would link your name to mine,” he conceded. “But what about your queen?” Finn asked. “Where would you live?”
Kamdyn offered him her most brilliant smile. “I went to her before I came here,” she admitted. “She told me that if I could convince you to rescind the pact and allow us our future together, we could reside with my Clan as an emissary of the Fae. You see, my brother Daroch found a way to poison Faeries, and they’ve been reticent to much bother with humans since then. So they’ve been in need of someone willing to conduct their affairs here. Also, apparently, I’m a pretty good hand-maiden, but I’m a terrible Banshee.”
The Berserkers seemed to find that plenty amusing.
“Come, my love, let’s go share the good news with my sisters.” Kamdyn pulled him toward the gates, then paused to bow to the MacLauchlans. “Thank you, my lords, for this chance.”
“We’ll be in contact,” Finn promised.
Soren followed her with an odd sort of dazed smile on his lips. “I don’t think your sisters’ husbands will find this news to their liking.
“Nonsense.” Kamdyn eagerly towed him toward the castle gate. She lied, of course, they would hate it at first. “They’ll have their own Berserker brother-in-law. Soren Neilson-MacKay.” She loved the name instantly.
“MacKay-Neilson,” Soren corrected.
Kamdyn patted his arm. “We’ll discuss it later.” She knew exactly when he was most agreeable.
Soren grabbed her and claimed her mouth, pouring all the honesty and hope for their future into his kiss.
Kamdyn clung to him and returned his kiss with all the love she’d discovered, feeling a giddy sense of liberation.
He broke the contact too early, his eyes twinkling down at her with that all-too-familiar arrogance. “I’ll take a mighty long time to be influenced, but I know how persuasive your lips can be.”
The MacLauchlan’s hearty laughter tangled with the Highland winds and followed them home over the moors.
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Kerrigan Byrne's stories span the spectrum of romantic fiction from historical, to paranormal, to romantic suspense. She can always promise her reader one thing: memorable and sexy Celtic heroes who are guaranteed to heat your blood before they steal your heart.
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